Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.